Lyle acted like he didn't care much that Rocky was hugging the crap out of him, but truthfully he was glad that she was. He missed being hugged liberally. Fisher wasn't a hugger, Peyton was gone, Elle gave little ones but it wasn't the same at all. Rocky hugged like she meant it, like she wasn't letting go. It was nice to feel like someone never wanted to release you.
"Oh yeah, gimme the Cosmo," he said seriously, seemingly engaged in the article he had randomly flipped to. "I need to know how to please my man in bed, our sex is getting kinda stale." Not that he would admit to it, but Lyle actually liked women's magazines. They were hilariously sexist and stupid, and the shocking confessions were entertaining.